it is hopeful

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

no longer writing in the third person


I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

its performative

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

magnetisation/form

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hiding from the rain

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03